You never spoke. Never. Nobody could figure out why. You were always closed off and quiet, always getting the job done.

Yet for a soldier who didn't talk at all or show any emotion, everyone feared you greatly. Nobody understood why. Not even you.

Soap saw you in the corner of his eye while he was talking with Gaz. You interested him. He walked over to your table with a smile.

“Mind if I sit here, lad/lassie?” he asked, his Scottish accent thick. “I'm Soap.” he smiled and sat down.